Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Where do you want to go? - Indianapolis.

It's not what l meant.

- Drive my car. - What?

It looks like we've found something. A concealed weapon.

- This is stock car racing. - I've watched it on television.

With these two competitive spirits, will there be any conflict?

l don't give a shit and l don't think anybody else does.

It ain't happening then, under the watchful eyes of you experts!

Let me tell you something. lf you can't control your race drivers ...

The boy don't have the balls to pass me on the outside.

Now, the only question is:

You trade paint one more time, I'll black flag the two of you.

Somebody better talk him into coming down here.

Damn it! Go! Go!

- Carbon monoxide knocked Buddy out. - Horseshit.

Drive carefully.

l wouldn't want my ass kicked by a 60-year-old man.

- Why did you change engines? - There was metal in the oil filter.

When you were racing Indy cars, the tires were twice as wide -

You might not have the courage to race anymore.

I've never really stuck with anything since.

Buddy was a terrible pain in the ass.

After you've put it back together, you can race.

Selling useless mining stock is called a dog and pony show.

Rowdy would like to see you.

A contender from Pennsylvania, Aldo Bennedetti.

Drivers don't like to be reminded of what can happen to them out there.

- Cole, you're all over the track. - He just slammed into me.

Then you'll do it?

Maybe after Daytona l can drive.

Who is this driver?.

Do something to make me respect you.

When dad says follow the rules

Try this on for size. We've got ourselves a sponsor.

Cars are sliding down from the top of the track.

When Buddy hit the wall, he was talking as fast as he was driving.

Let me drive I wont make a fool out of you

To know that l can control something that's out of control.

There's a crash coming out of turn four.

I'm sorry, it just drove me nuts in there.

- they let it sit on the docks until they get ready to look at it.

- Of course. - Good luck, Cole.

Wheeler takes the chequered flag.

After all, you're his doctor.

But if the driver doesn't trust you, we're never going to win a race.

Shit, man! You had me going.